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 Feb 2016
S Smoothie
Folder:  CUNTISM
Firelight softens your cruel eyes,
taken by your mystery
I waited for your arm around my shoulder
But it never came
Neither did the passionate kisses
Your hand on my cheek was menacing
I knew the beach sand was soft
I waited eye to eye
I didn't resist your push
I knew what I wanted
I hoped
The soft thud of sand nestling before it scratches
Rough fingers
Drew moistened desire
  From  deep inside my aching crevice
Without looking away he pulled me free
Naked skin rising to greet warm air
Cruel intentions darkly made their  way  through me
Pushing past pain and delight
unto a land of torturous confusion
Heightened senses warn of impending danger
I rush to find my own nirvana scraping sand against velveteen
A flicker,
I broke him
he gasped,
fingers dug deep into skin held me there.
  
As he left,
Deep inside my bones
I felt colder than ever
a sweetness begging like a ***** on heat
knawing at me
Swollen and dripping,
oceans roared indignation in sympathy
A burnt ember,
He knew what I was doing when  he walked into the night
Never looking back once.
 Dec 2015
S Smoothie
It's a painful stretch to re-loving
Gargoyles in clusters clutch at my heart
Talons pierced and locked wings wrapped upon layers
Pulling each one away takes insufferable self violence
Just to clear a small space to let you through
Too many years of inequity
have placed needs burning in my heart  
you struggle to relinquish your control,
Your gift of consideration is noted.
Your changes have exceeded my expectations
Though we are nowhere near even.
Still, I play it peachy,
Your tenderness, your keeness to please me
Is unnerving,
too little,  too late
Your heart whispers squeal like whistles in the hunt
Unsettling the watchdog beasts
Growling and snarling
Clawing tighter at the leather pith of a stone heart
Your own needs are barking
Your expectations are going to be laid,
I'm letting blood Before your debt is even paid
It's going to be different this time...
Claws tighten, wings gripping tighter
Artehoke heart,
just another set up
I keep anticipating the fall.
I go on pretending in the hope It will become real
Your darkness permeates
your dark love kills
Still, there's something about you
I can't live without.
Folder the kind of pain love rubs in your face

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